he never said goodbye
he just drove off into the rockies
with a melancholy on his
still, tan face
his heart was not left in
san francisco but
along some dusty desert road
that only he can find
walking for miles without a word
heading towards an unmarked grave
or maybe he was just going home
strolling in and out of my life
until the end when he
took my heart and left it
dangling on sagebrush
for me to find someday
